Without the slightest hesitation! With her last remaining strength and a life-burning madness, Qing Man poured all her will into this thorn of despair and hurled it at the center of the annihilation field, at the back of Pei Du, the figure with flickering dark gold lines. Like a bolt of black lightning, she flung it with a vicious curse that would annihilate the soul!
This decisive blow, condensed with Qing Man's life and all his hatred, was extremely fast! It penetrated the chaotic particle flow and the edge of the will torrent, and accurately locked onto Pei Du's vital point at the back where the power fluctuation was the weakest and the defense was the most empty!
Pei Du was enduring the twin tortures of the excruciating pain of the annihilation particle backflow and the erosion of the Mother Tree's will. His entire mind was focused on maintaining his own existence and protecting Xu Shuangyao's tiny soul spark! He had no way of noticing the silent, yet deadly, sneak attack from behind!
The dark thorn of despair, with Qingman's last crazy smile, instantly pierced Pei Du's skin on the back!
A critical moment!
Just as the pitch-black wooden thorn, condensed with Qing Man's life, hatred and despair, was about to pierce Pei Du's defenseless back and pour the vicious curse into the core of his star core blood...
Buzz!
An extremely slight buzzing sound, but one filled with unquestionable cold will, came from under Pei Du without any warning!
It's the Throne of Thorns!
No, to be more precise, it is the mysterious wooden symbol at the core of the Throne of Thorns!
At the moment when Pei Du was on the verge of annihilation and was forced to solidify, the mark of his original true spirit was re-lit in the chaos, and it resonated violently with the will of the mother tree, the talisman that had been dormant in the depths of the throne seemed to be completely activated with some kind of dusty ancient authority!
Buzz——!
A beam of dark golden light, condensed to the extreme, only as thick as a finger, but emitting an aura that is purer, colder, and more supreme than Pei Du's peak period, shot out from the core symbol of the Throne of Thorns without any warning, like a spear of judgment that traveled through time and space!
The speed of this beam of light surpassed that of light! It surpassed that of thought! It didn't shoot towards Qing Man, but with incredible precision... it intercepted the desperate wooden thorn before it pierced Pei Du's back!
No earth-shattering collision!
laugh!
There was a slight sound, like a red-hot needle piercing butter!
The thorn of despair, condensed with Qing Man's life essence and overwhelming hatred, was as fragile as paper before the purest dark golden beam! It was pierced instantly! The beam pierced the wooden thorn unimpeded, its momentum undiminished, not even a trace of energy escaping. With incredible precision... it shot behind the wooden thorn, towards Qing Man's face, twisted with madness and anticipation!
"What...?!" All the madness, hatred, and anticipation in Qingman's dark green eyes were instantly replaced by an incomprehensible, extreme horror and confusion! She didn't even have time to react!
puff!
An extremely slight sound, like a bubble bursting, was heard.
The condensed dark golden beam of light accurately pierced Qingman's eyebrows!
Time seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.
The frantic expression on Qing Man's face froze. Her hand, thrust into her chest, frozen in mid-air. The light in her dark green pupils faded like the receding tide, leaving only a hollow, dead silence. Between her eyebrows, an extremely tiny, smooth-edged hole appeared. No blood flowed, only a faint, dark golden light shone through the hole before fading.
The bark covering her body seemed drained of all life force, instantly dulling, withering, and peeling. Her tall body swayed, like a puppet with all its bones removed, and she fell forward silently, landing heavily on the cracked and charred ground, splashing a small cloud of dust.
The whipper of the branches of life, the guardian of this abyss of wasteland of life, with her deep hatred and twisted faith in the mother tree, was instantly killed in the most unexpected way by the Throne of Thorns, the source of her faith!
It all happened so fast! Too fast for even my mind to keep up!
The dark golden beam shot out from the Throne of Thorns did not dissipate after piercing through the green vines. Instead, as if it had completed its mission, it instantly shrank and dimmed, and disappeared back into the symbol at the core of the throne, as if it had never appeared.
Meanwhile, at the center of the annihilation realm, Pei Du, bearing the dual impact of the backflowing particle flow and the Mother Tree's will, seemed completely unaware of the fatal sneak attack behind him and the throne's counterattack! All his perception and will were completely occupied by another more urgent and incredible matter!
At the same moment that Qing Man threw out the Thorn of Despair and the Throne Beam counterattacked—
Under Pei Du's palm that was pressed on Xu Shuangyao's heart, the dark gold true spirit mark that was stubbornly lit, and the faint soul firefly in the depths of Xu Shuangyao's eyes, were like two grains of sand that were unable to move in a whirlpool under the crazy washing and squeezing of the annihilation particle flow and the huge torrent of the mother tree's will, and were violently... collided with each other by an irresistible force!
boom--!!!
It is not a physical collision, but a direct fusion at the level of consciousness and the origin of the soul!
Pei Du felt an indescribable torrent that instantly broke through all the defenses of his core consciousness! It wasn't the chaotic will of the mother tree, nor the cold program of the cradle, but... a vast, broken sea of consciousness filled with endless sadness, warmth, stubbornness, and a faint but extremely clear call!
He "saw" it!
In the endless darkness and coldness, a faint ball of consciousness, like a lone boat in a storm, is being torn apart by two terrifying forces!
A force, cold, precise, and merciless, carrying absolute logic and a will to obliterate all emotion, like billions of icy chains, was wrapping around and tightening the ball of light from all sides, attempting to completely format and cover it! It was the Cradle's clearing program! It was the cold command that was transforming her into a Zero!
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